I remember a specific Saturday morning not too long ago. I woke up feeling completely drained, the kind of tired that a normal night's sleep just couldn't fix. My first instinct was to grab my phone and look for a getaway, somewhere far, somewhere different. But then I looked at the sheer effort involved: the packing, the long drive, the stress of navigating a new place, and the inevitable exhaustion of coming back. The idea of going somewhere far left long before I could get excited about it. I realised I didn't actually want to go anywhere; I just wanted to be on vacation.